Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

Liu Yun could never quite figure out what to do with his eldest disciple.

However, that tofu was indeed very delicious.

She smiled helplessly.

Let him do whatever he wants.

A long time had passed since she stormed off, and the evening glow painted the mountains with vibrant colors. Suddenly, Liu Yun heard a knock on the door.

"Master, I've put the soup on the stone table outside the door."

Liu Yun remained silent. Fu She was silent for a long time before finally saying softly, "Actually, well... well, I admit it, I made this especially for you, Master."

What...?

"Ah...because."

The boy paused for a moment, then said, "The Kitchen God once said that the smell of cooking in the human world is the best way to soothe the weary soul of mortals. So I thought... I thought I'd cook a really delicious dish for you. Master, you've been working so hard lately... I just wanted to make it for you."

"I did my homework."

"Tofu can warm the stomach and intestines, lotus seeds are your favorite raw food, and cabbage is also very nutritious... but I'm not good at cooking, I can only make a stew."

He scratched his head. "So I went to consult the Kitchen God. I kept it from you, I lied, it was...it was me, it was my fault for not being honest enough."

Liu Yun remained silent.

"I've put the tofu soup on the stone table," Fu She said. "I'll be going now."

"I would be very happy if you could finish it all, and Gan Yu would be very happy too—by the way, she has gained a lot of weight for this dish and has become quite chubby."

The sound of footsteps fading away came from outside the door.

This child.

So this is ah.

Really... she personally taught her apprentices using the clouds and wind.

A disciple personally taught by a master.

'Isn't that frank enough?'

Yes, it turns out we weren't frank enough.

They are all the same.

'It turns out we weren't honest enough.'

Liu Yun shook her head helplessly, glancing again at the bowl of cold glass soup. Perhaps, she would let him try her own dishes sometime. Liu Yun stood up and walked out of the cave.

The tofu is smooth and melts in your mouth, and the steaming broth flows down your esophagus, the heat spreading and warming your chest. This warmth then travels along your muscles and limbs.

Liu Yun held the bowl, thinking about what the Kitchen God had said. Perhaps he was right; the smell of cooking firewood from the neighborhood was truly comforting.

Taste is also a memory, and memories often have a comforting effect.

Years later, when the Kitchen God and Fushe, now separated by time, meet again in that restaurant in Liyue, they clink glasses. They don't recognize each other, but they both feel a sense of familiarity and nostalgia for the little bear and the unfamiliar boy.

Just like now.

When Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun said, "Who is disturbing the immortals' intimacy here?" Qing Nuo Yan turned around and felt a sense of familiarity with the crane perched on the treetop.

P.S.: Wow, Master's character design is out! I'm not afraid of being betrayed anymore!

Pochi-chan's Fantasy Friends

Volume One

Chapter 82 Gan Yu chose to leave

—That was a crane with a very graceful posture.

Its belly is covered in snow-white down, while its wings are sky blue, with each delicate feather resembling a sapphire carving, and the warm yellow sunlight drapes over its tail.

It gently flapped its equally sky-blue wings, landed steadily from the treetop to the ground, and raised its long and graceful neck.

Who dares disturb the peace of the immortals here?

The crane said.

Those jewel-like, crystal-clear eyes reflected Nuoyan's profile. Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun was sizing up the young man in front of him. To say he was sizing up was an understatement; it was more like he was observing him. In the parlance of immortals, he was observing his aura.

Qingnuoyan's body was originally made from the ten-thousand-year-old jade stone on the Cape of Oath. The poem in Wang Ningmei says, "One is a fairy flower from the fairy garden, and the other is a flawless piece of jade." His body is flawless jade, and his temperament is clear and flawless.

His heart, formed from a vow, was pure and white. He was determined to live a free and unrestrained life, and this carefree state of mind was the best material for cultivating immortality.

When the mind is at peace, the surrounding energy becomes exceptionally clear and flawless.

Having seen countless people, the Cloud-Borrowing True Monarch had met Shen He, the mortal with the greatest affinity for immortality she had ever seen in the past two thousand years. Now it seemed that this young man's talent might even surpass that of Shen He.

Just like that stupid apprentice.

Liu Yun glanced lightly at the steaming dishes on the stone table. Tender tofu rippled gently in the clear broth, and the warm rays of the setting sun pierced through the layers of ivy, covering the tabletop like a jade-green, pearly white soup.

A scent I haven't smelled in a long time.

Just as it was three thousand years ago.

"what..."

"Hello."

Qingnuoyan said somewhat embarrassedly.

This crane might be the legendary immortal, the object of his worship.

"Who dares disturb the peace of the immortals here?" the celestial bird had just said—was it because it thought he was too loud and disturbing the peace?

The saying "I dare not speak loudly, lest I disturb the celestial beings" is indeed true. He suddenly realized that he, Qingnuoyan, had been too reckless, which in Liyue would be called "disrespecting the immortal master".

I need to get that idiot Ying to apologize right away—huh? What's that idiot Ying doing?

He glanced at the idiot Ying subconsciously and was shocked.

Upon seeing the bird, Ying's face lit up with desire. He sharpened his knife, then pulled a slingshot from his waist, muttering, "Two pieces of bird meat, two pieces of bird meat..."

You idiot!

What do you mean by two pieces of poultry?

This is an immortal, he definitely has more than just two pieces of poultry on him, what kind of stupid nickname did you give him... no, you can't give an immortal a nickname!

Qing Nuoyan delivered a chop to Ying's head, who cried out in pain, clutching her head. Her beautiful eyes welled up with tears as she stared at him resentfully.

"I made this..."

Qingnuoyan noticed the crane staring at the dishes on the stone table and explained:

"Jade Pearl White Jade Soup, and Roasted Mora Meat... This is my first time cooking, so my skills are not good. I hope the immortal will not blame me."

He paused, then said, "If this offends the immortals, I will remove it immediately."

"No need."

The crane answered quickly, saying calmly, "It's fine for me to stay here; I don't particularly dislike it."

Gan Yu was quite surprised by her master's appearance.

Mount Aozang is not usually deserted, but the master never even glances at those mortals, and has never shown himself in public...

Gan Yu frowned slightly, her glass-like eyes showing a hint of doubt. She had thought that her master disliked the 'Jade White Soup' as much as she did, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.

She glanced at the unfamiliar boy again, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Why?

Who exactly is this unfamiliar young man?

Is this your first time making this dish?

Liu Yun's voice was like a clear, cold mountain stream.

"This is my first time." Qing Nuoyan smiled, his lips slightly upturned as he smiled, his azure eyes shimmering with the afterglow of the setting sun. "I've been learning for a long time."

This is my first time making it.

Liu Yun stared at the unfamiliar young man for a moment.

Liu Yun still doesn't understand what happened 2,600 years ago.

She also tried to ask the Emperor about Fushe, but the answer she received was disappointing: Fushe was a sinful immortal who had committed heinous crimes, absorbed the lifespan of the Yaksha immortals, and had gone mad from practicing evil magic.

If he had truly gone mad from his cultivation, then why did he say those things in front of the cave that day?

Why did he come to say goodbye?

That was the last time Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun saw his foolish disciple. The next time they met, he was lying in a pool of blood, his eyes empty and lifeless, his body broken piece by piece, like a gray butterfly fluttering in the air.

"sorry."

"Feel sorry."

"But I don't regret it. If I could do it all over again, I would still do it this way."

Was he apologizing for practicing evil magic...? But if he could bear to devour the lives of his own family members, and his mind was so cold and cruel, why would he apologize?

Or was it all just his 'acting'?

The True Lord of Liuyun Borrowing the Wind has been perplexed and lost for two thousand years.

The way he spoke, his head bowed, his teeth clenched slightly, and his shoulders trembling.

Liu Yun had never seen Fu She look like this before, or rather, he had only seen him like this when he was a child.

He felt wronged, but no one listened to the child's grievances, so he had no choice but to go to his master.

“I am an unworthy disciple.”

"I am both incompetent and weak, this is the only solution I can think of."

"I will depart as a sinful immortal."

What exactly is the solution...?

She felt pain.